Beautifully Broken (15 page)

“Umm…I
taste good on you.” He murmurs.

“You
taste good everywhere and on anything.” I respond licking his neck rubbing my
body against his naked form. “I want you” I whisper.

“Not
now, dinners ready and we need to talk.” He picks up his jeans, stepping back
as he fastens them. “Why’d you let Anna in this morning?” the seriousness of
his tone startles me. He is not happy I let Anna ambush him.  

“I
thought you needed to have a conversation with your mother, hash things out.”

“You
don’t get to make decisions like that for me. Now you can go sit at the bar and
eat your dinner in those moist panties you’re wearing.” My jaw drops at his
authoritive voice

“You’re
withholding sex?” I ask, flabbergasted.

“No,
you’ll get your pound of flesh after we have a discussion.” He says guiding me
to a chair.

“Fine,
but for your information you have a lot more than a pound of flesh to offer.” I
wink at him. I watch him adjust himself and smile at him. There’s no way he’s going
to make it through dinner without giving it up.

He
sets the plates down and I push the food on my plate around as he tells me
Anna’s story. I can hear the lingering doubts in his tone as he repeats the
details. He huffs, covering his face with his large hand.

“What
are you going to do?” I ask cautiously, not wanting to overstep any boundaries.

“I
don’t know if I should trust her and I hate that I want to believe her.” He
spins his stool towards me, “I’m not ready to deal with this shit but you and
Anna have forced my hand now I need to find the truth.” I angle my stool
towards him, I lay my hands over his giving him a gentle squeeze to show my
support.

“I’m
sorry I didn’t warn you about Anna being here but I’m glad you’re interested in
finding the truth. I’m trying not to overstep here but Anna is like a mother to
me. The woman I’ve loved all these years would not coldly turn her back on her
son. Maybe she made some mistakes but she loves you.” I reach for his face
pulling it towards mine, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Who
wouldn’t love you?” I whisper against his lips.

********

The
next two days flash by and before I have time to wrap my mind around leaving
with Liam, I’m on a private jet landing in Palm Beach. An eerie feeling drifts
over me at the sight of the Florida sun through the miniature window of the
plane. As Liam goes to the cabin to speak to his pilot the air suddenly feel
thick and suffocating. The urge to get off the plane is so severe I rush to the
front, tapping Liam on the shoulder letting him know I’ll meet him in the outside.

He
tells me to get into the car waiting outside the plane. I nod at him and quickly
bound down the stairs ignoring the chauffeur holding the door open. I wave him
off making my way to the back of the plane needing a moment alone and some
fresh air to get myself together. I never considered ever having to come back
to Florida.

Pressure
builds in my chest causing my heart to race so fast it’s painful. I keel over crouching
down with my hands on my knees, gasping for breath. My breath feels like it is
stuck in my throat. A hot prickly feeling runs over my skin. I think I may be
having a heart attack as the intense sensation in my chest become unbearable.

A
shadow falls over me; I can’t focus enough to look at who came to save me. A soft
spoken man’s voice begins to seep through my scattered mind. He asks me
something but I can’t concentrate enough to understand.

“Breathe.
Breathe in through your nose. You’re having an anxiety attack. Breathe through
it, it will be over soon.” My hand reaches out and clings to his arm as if the
torment I’m feeling will drown me if I don’t cling to him. I take a deep breath
through my nose as he instructed.

“Good,”
he praises my effort. “Again” he encourages rubbing his hand up and down my
arm. The pressure slowly decreases with each breath and each word of
encouragement he offers. When I finally open my eyes and look at him I’m
surprised to see he’s not the chauffer as I assumed.

Someone
has sent an angel down to save me. He’s serenely handsome with soft boyish
features. His wavy shoulder length blonde hair blows in the breeze and his
aviator glasses shield his eyes.

“Feel
better?” he asks removing his sunglasses revealing uniquely golden eyes that captivate
me. Flecks of gold brighten in the sunlight as he smiles at me. I can’t seem to
form the words to respond, not sure if it’s an after effect of the attack or
that I’m too mesmerized by him. I nod at him reassuring him I’m fine.

He
stands from his squatted position and reaches a hand out to help me up. I
straighten my skirt which rose up inappropriately high around my thighs. I take
a deep breath, rubbing my shaky hands together.

“Relax,”
he says watching me tightly wring my hands together.

“Where
did you come from,” I croak finally finding my voice.

He
points at the small plane a few feet away, “I just landed. Came out saw a lady
in distress and thought I’d play knight in shining armor.” He smirks running
his hand through his surfer boy hair.

“You
really did save me. You have no idea how bad that was.”

“Actually
I do, I’m a psychologist so it wasn’t hard to figure out you were having an
anxiety attack.” He puts a hand out in introduction, “Dr. Cayden Knight.”

“Oh…you
really are a knight,” I smile at him. “Isabella Moss” his warm hand envelops
mine while an odd look passes through his eyes as I stare into them.

“Ella?”Liam’s
voice breaks my trance. I turn to see him staring at our joined hands. I hadn’t
even realized I was still clasping Cayden’s hand. I release him grabbing Liam’s
larger much rougher hands and pull him over.

“This
is Dr. Cayden Knight. Cayden, my boyfriend Liam Maddox.” It feels so good to be
able to call Liam mine. In Chicago we had to hide everything we were to each
other. Liam hesitantly shakes Cayden’s hand, still evaluating the situation.

“Your
girlfriend was having a really severe panic attack” Cayden explains, sensing
Liam’s unease. “You should watch her for the rest of the day. Make sure she
rests because she's going to feel pretty tired after the stress her body went
through.” He advises Liam in full doctor mode.

Liam
looks at me through squinted eyes, “You had a panic attack?”

Great
I really wish Cayden would not have mentioned it to Liam. It’s our first day
here and I don’t need Liam forcing me to lie in bed all day.

I
nod silently, watching the concern blossoming in his eye. He pulls me into his
arm kissing the top of my head. “I’m sorry.”

Surprised
by his apology I push him back with a hand against his chest, “For what?”

“I
know how hard it was for you to move here with me, I shouldn’t have-”

“No”
I interrupt him. “This was not your fault. I’m happy with you wherever we are.”
I pat him on the cheek and turn to face Cayden.

“It
was a pleasure meeting you Doctor and I thank you again. I’ve never experienced
something like that and you rescued me.

“Anytime
Isabella.”  He reaches into his pocket taking out a card and hands it to me. “Anytime,”
he says telling me with his sparkling eyes to call him when I needed help. He
waves at Liam then turns and walks to his waiting car.

Liam
ushers me to our car and holds my hand throughout the entire ride home. On
Ocean Ave we pull up to a tall building that houses Liam’s condo. The palm
trees and beach that surround it are very calming.

At
the reception Liam advises the property manager that I will be residing here
now and that I was to be made comfortable. We walk through the lavish lobby to
the bay of elevators. He insets a card into the elevator and we ride directly
to the top floor. As the doors slide open I’m impressed by the size of the lobby
up here. Two large stainless steel doors lead into a sitting room. Then another
set of doors lead to what Liam says is the foyer which is three times the size
of the Lobby.

“Is
this whole floor yours?” I ask amazed by the amount of space in this condo.

He
nods his head leading me into the open living/dining area. The large dark
furnishing and sleek table more fitting with his personality than his place in
Chicago. The ocean beyond the sliding glass door entices me to run down to the
beach and jump in. The balcony is big enough to throw a party on.

“Does
that balcony wrap around the building?” I ask not being able to see where it
ends.

“Half
way around the building, it connects from here to the bedroom suite.” He says
wrapping his arm around me from behind. “Why don’t you go out there and get
some air?”

“Hello…afraid
of heights.” I say cocking my head back to glare at him. His knowing smile
confirms that he was taunting me.

“I’ll
get you over that someday,” he says grabbing my hand and pulling me to the
master suite. I grew up in a big house and my parents were very well off but I
never experienced anything like his master suite. Large windows cover a 180
degree angle of the large circular room. Lush golden drapes are cloaking the
windows giving the room a darkly dangerous appearance. Stripes of lights wrap
around the platform leading up to the bed and flecks of light glitter off the
dark shiny marble floor.

The
circular vaulted ceilings immediately ensnare my vision; its intricate dark
wood patterns are dotted with recessed lights which shoot beams of colored light
at the carved headboard giving it a jungle like appearance. The carvings on the
huge four poster bed resemble vines and are back dropped by sheer white
curtains that run along the sides of the bed then are loosely tied around the
other two posts.

This
bed is made for back-clawing, sheet-tearing animal sex. My nipples tighten just
imagining all the ways I’m going to love this man on it. I glance at him,
leaning against the doorframe enjoying my admiration of his room.

“Wow
this is…I don’t even have words. How many women have you fucked on this bed?” I
ask as the thought pops into my head.

He
begins to chuckle, straightening up and walking towards me. He envelopes me in
his arms nuzzling my neck, “None yet, I was hoping I could convince you to be
the first.”

Elated
that the ghost of women past wouldn’t be haunting me at night, I grab his face
and kiss him deeply. We stand there lost in each other, our tongue mingling
while we pant heavily in excitement. My hand slips under his shirt inching
towards his belt buckle, he latches on to my hand completely cutting off my
access to his body.

I
whine against his mouth as he traps my arms behind my back. “You had a panic
attack today, I’m going to order you something to eat then run you a bath. You
need to relax.”

“Liam…What
I really want from you
will
relax me. Immensely.” I pout at him.

“If
you’re a good girl and do as I tell you; tonight I’ll give you so much of what
you want you’ll be limp when I’m done with you.” He says turning and leaving me
alone in his circular den of hedonism.

After
lunch Liam lead me into the master bath. The exotic tone from the bedroom
extends into this extravagant bathroom. The earth tone tiles are brightened up
by yet another sliding door that lets in light from the wrap around balcony. A
pathway made of shiny black rock is carved into the tile starting from the
shower leading across the room and out the sliding doors and ending at a massive
hot tub.

The
shower is large enough to fit five people comfortably. The door-less cavern is
covered by a mosaic design and at the very center is a design of a dark haired
woman. She’s lying on her side nude. She’s a siren I think, luring us with the
flute she plays. The flute so long its metal tip ends between her spread legs.
My pussy gets slick from looking at the seductive artwork.

“You’re
such a pervert,” I giggle hitting him on his shoulder.

“You’re
just as perverted as I am. If I put my hand down your panties right now you’ll
probably drip all over my fingers.”

He
laughs at my telling smile, following me back to the large claw foot tub. He
fills it with luxurious smelling oils and helps me in.

“Just
how rich are you?” I ask as I sink into the warm water, feeling like I’m in
paradise.

He
shrugs his shoulder brushing off my question. “You’ll never need for anything.”

“I
don’t need your money Liam, the only thing I’ll ever need is you.” He places a
kiss on my forehead before exiting.

Isabella

I
take a nap after my bath and wake feeling refreshed, all the tension I felt as
I got off the plane this morning has vanished. I walk into the living room
wearing a cami top and boy shorts. Liam quickly hangs up the call he was on
when he sees me. His eyes darken as he takes in my lack of clothing. He stares
at my rock hard nipples poking through my top.

“Your
such a tease.” He accuses.